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  “Please, sir.”

  CK let the slaps fall, hard and even. Andy seemed much more sensitive now, and he moaned out loud after the fourth. He started shaking after the sixth, and CK could feel how he tensed up before the final two slaps. He was shaking hard by the time CK was done.

  “So good. I knew you could do it.”

  CK pulled Andy’s pants all the way off and then pulled the sub up until he sat straddling CK’s lap. “Such a good boy.” CK held him tight, one hand caressing his neck and the other rubbing soothingly up and down his back.

  Andy’s breathing was still labored, even though the spanking was over. CK just held on, murmuring soothing words to him and letting him be. It would be good for him to let go and cry, but CK had a hunch that it would take a lot to make him do that. Andy was still shaking when CK felt him wrap his arms around CK.

  The movement melted something inside CK. He realized that he had started to think of Andy as a lost cause, someone who wouldn’t be able to let go and get anything out of a scene. Andy could, though, and CK tightened his embrace for a moment before he resumed the gentle rubbing. Slowly, the sub on his lap started calming down, the shaking easing off little by little.

  They sat like that for so long that CK started losing the feeling in his legs. He reluctantly kissed Andy’s temple and pushed the man back. The sub quickly let go of his neck and got up on stiff legs.

  Andy bowed his head, hands behind his back. “Thank you, si...”

  CK forced his cramped legs to work, jumping up and silencing Andy by kissing him hard.

  “That isn’t necessary. Especially since I’m not done with you yet.”

  Andy raised his head, looking so lost.

  “My legs just started to go to sleep. You did nothing wrong.” Never taking his hands off his sub, CK led Andy to the bed in the corner. “Lie down.”

  Andy seemed a little wary, but lay down on his back, pulling his legs up and spreading them. He winced when he moved his legs.

  CK swore inside. There were just so many pitfalls with this one. He bent forward and stroked Andy’s cheek gently, looking into the sub’s eyes.

  “I’m not going to fuck you this time, I’m just going to take care of you. Turn over.”

  Andy seemed confused and a little embarrassed, but he did as he was told.

  CK undressed completely and grabbed the lotion he had made sure was going to be on the bedside table. Slipping onto the bed next to Andy, he let the first cold drops hit his sub’s red ass. Andy hissed.

  “Yes, that feels good, doesn’t it?” CK gently started rubbing the lotion in. “You did so well.”

  Andy shuffled around a bit and tried to hide his head in the pillow. CK had a strong suspicion that it was in reaction to the praise, not from the ache of the spanking.

  “You looked amazing when my hand hit you, and you took it so well. You were flying.” More shuffling, but there was no tension in the body under his hands. He smiled a bit, but kept up the gentle rubbing of the burning skin, feeling the malleable body yield to his touch.

  CK had covered the ass cheeks in a liberal amount of lotion and had begun massaging Andy’s back, too, before he spoke again. “It was so hot to see you struggle to bend over for me. But you did it. So well done.”

  Andy tensed up a little, turning his head to look imploringly at CK.

  “You didn’t... Don’t you want...?”

  CK bent and kissed his cheek, smiling.

  “Not right now. Sleep first, and then I’ll have you suck me when we wake up.” He had been deep into the scene, but it had been more than just a sexual high.

  Andy seemed to be about to protest, but he was already blinking with post-spanking endorphins and fatigue. It was the reaction of a sub that had been pushed far, and CK made a note to remember that.

  For now, he wanted a nap, too. He lay down next to his exhausted sub and pulled at Andy until the slack body was laying halfway on him, Andy’s head on CK’s shoulder. He covered them both with the sheet.

  “Sleep tight.”

  Andy mumbled something, and the complete lack of intelligibility made CK chuckle. To a Dom, that was proof of a job well done.

  ***

  When he woke up, there was an empty spot in the bed next to him. CK sat up, still sleepy, and contemplated where to find his runaway sub. He had only just got himself a drink from the water bottle on the bedside table when he heard sounds from the bathroom and the door opened.

  “There you are. Come back to bed.” He patted the mattress next to him.

  Andy had been on his way to assume the position from the evening before, with his hands on his back and his head bowed. Someone had trained the shit out of that man. The joy, too, possibly. Now he looked at CK, an insecure expression on his face.

  “It’s okay. I want to talk.”

  Andy seemed startled, but he obediently got back under the covers next to CK.

  “Mmm. Someone had time to brush his teeth.” CK took advantage of it and kissed Andy, one hand supporting his sub’s neck and the other gliding down Andy’s side. The man’s lips were soft, and CK had to hold himself back when he felt the sub yield to him. He did want to talk, though.

  “It was an intense scene yesterday. Are you okay?” He kept his arms around Andy.

  Something in Andy’s bewildered look told CK that this wasn’t a question Andy usually got. The sub tried to avoid answering by burying his head in the pillow, but CK was determined.

  “I’m not going to disappear just because you’re hiding, you know. How do you feel?”

  To CK’s astonishment, Andy was actually squirming now. Was it really that difficult a question?

  “Okay, I’ll go first. I feel really good because I made you fly yesterday and because I pushed you. Now I want to know if it was a horrible experience for you.”

  “No! Sir, I mean, it wasn’t horrible. At all. It was...” Andy bit his lip, obviously at a loss for words.

  “Intense?” CK tried to keep the teasing note out of his voice. He didn’t succeed that well. Still, Andy didn’t react to it other than giving him a quick glance.

  “Different. It was very different. Do you always talk this much?” Andy blinked and started to apologize as soon as the exasperated comment was out of his mouth. CK just laughed.

  “Yes, I’ve been known to be all touchy-feely and talkative after a scene. Get used to it.” He hesitated when he realized that he did want Andy to get used to the idea; he wasn’t finished with this sub. By far. He got serious.

  “It’s really important for me to know that you’re okay, especially since it was our first real scene. So, talk to me.” He lay down on the pillow so that he wasn’t looking directly at Andy, but kept his arms around the sub.

  Andy sighed and was quiet for so long that CK had started thinking that this was another case of learning absolutely nothing about Andy. Then he hesitantly began talking.

  “I feel... fine.” Andy paused again. “Even if the spanking wasn’t that hard, it was a bit difficult at the end -- I must have been sensitive yesterday. But I feel sort of... lighter now. Calm.”

  CK was quite impressed that Andy had managed to tell him that much. He hugged the other man tighter.

  “Well done. And it was an intense scene -- that has nothing to do with your sensitivity. Even though you are very sensitive.” To illustrate his words, CK let a finger slide over Andy’s still-red ass. Andy gasped and made an awkward movement, halfway trying to get away, halfway trying to get more. CK chuckled knowingly.

  “As I said, sensitive. Does that mean you’d like to have another scene with me next week? Unfortunately, I’m out of town until Friday, but I’d love to meet up with you again.” He would have preferred to meet earlier; on the other hand, it was better for the sub to have some time between scenes. It gave time to put things into perspective. And anyway, wor
k was hectic with wrapping up the last projects in his old department before he transferred here for good.

  Andy stared at him. CK suddenly felt cold.

  “Only if you want to, of course. I just thought you might like to...” Now CK was stammering, too. This was so not like him.

  Andy seemed to shake himself. “No! I mean yes. I...” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened them again. “I mean, I’d like to have another scene with you, too, sir.”

  CK felt the relief flowing through him.

  “Good!” He leaned down and kissed Andy. “Now, I’d prefer if you didn’t play with anybody else in the meantime. Is that okay with you?” He wasn’t sure what had made Andy react in such an unexpected way, but he hoped that limiting the man’s scenes to only positive experiences would help Andy loosen up.

  “I guess so.” Andy looked wary. “Uh, does that include... you know, everything?”

  For someone who had been very outspoken at their first meeting, Andy was remarkably shy when it came to this.

  “No, you can jerk off as much as you want to.”

  Andy got a relieved expression on his face, and CK let a finger slide lightly over the man’s cockhead. Andy sucked in his stomach, gasping almost silently. CK smiled; he could definitely make it a goal to get reactions like this out of Andy.

  “Well, speaking of jerking off and such, I think you owe me a blowjob?” CK kept his tone light, and he succeeded in not spooking the sub into one of those drilled-in positions. Andy just gave him a cocky smile.

  “I think I do, yes. How do you want me?”

  CK was tempted to just lie back and have Andy right here in bed, but he wanted to see how his sub reacted in a different situation. He got up and sat in the chair from yesterday, placing one of the foam mats in front of him. Sore knees had never been conducive to submission in his opinion.

  “Come here, boy.” He kept his voice low, commanding. He saw both the excitement and the insecurity in Andy’s eyes before Andy got up from the bed to stand before him in that perfect submissive position.

  “On your knees.”

  Andy was just as quick obeying CK’s next order. Only an almost inaudible hiss revealed that he was still sore after his spanking.

  “Now, I want you to stay like that for a while. Look up at me.”

  CK saw the quick glance first, and then he had eye contact with his sub.

  “Yes, like that.” He let Andy have time to experience the feeling of kneeling in front of him, being submissive, and he saw the exact moment when the sub realized just how subservient the pose was. There was something pleading in Andy’s eyes.

  “Feel your position and remember why you’re there. Because I want you there. Because I love seeing you like this. Because you’re so beautiful and so brave in obeying me.” He ignored the blush on Andy’s face and slowly stroked his now rock-hard dick. “Because you make me so excited.” He moaned, taking a firmer grip around his cock. “Do you feel it?”

  Andy was entranced, his eyes straying to CK’s dick before meeting CK’s eyes again. “Yes, sir.” His voice was hoarse.

  CK rewarded Andy with a smile. “Good boy. Now suck me off.” He hadn’t even finished speaking before Andy’s lips were wrapped around his cock.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh, God.” Andy’s mouth was so good around him, warm and soft, and the sub’s eyes were big and surprised as Andy looked up at him. That look made what Andy did to him all the sweeter. Then Andy’s tongue found the sensitive spot just under the head, and CK hissed, only to break it off into a whimper when Andy effortlessly took the whole of his length all the way down. CK’s hips were off the chair now, and he was thrusting desperately into Andy’s mouth, suddenly and so unexpectedly close to coming.

  Andy swallowed around his cock, and that was more than he could take. Shouting, he pushed himself as deep as he could go, pumping his seed into Andy’s mouth, letting his sub drink it. He shuddered one last time and sank back on the chair, panting. Andy gently cleaned up CK’s spent cock, letting off when he got too sensitive.

  Then the sub sat back on his heels again, apparently oblivious to his own very hard cock. It was dripping pre-come, leaving a slippery trail on the mat under him. Andy seemed at ease, finally at home with his position.

  CK smiled at his sub when he saw it, and Andy smiled back, a sweet, shy smile.

  CK leaned forward and kissed his boy. “Very, very nice, boy. Both the blowjob and the submission. You’ve really pushed yourself.” He got up. “But you do seem to have a bit of a problem there.” He cocked his head, regarding the pool of pre-come. “Don’t you think I should help you with that?”

  “Yes, sir. Definitely.”

  CK laughed at the fervor in the sub’s voice and reached down, pulling Andy up. Then he walked the man backward to the bed, pushing Andy down.

  It took the boy a short time to come after CK had engulfed his throbbing cock with demanding lips and soft licks. He still looked a bit outraged at the sight of a Dom doing that, but CK noted that he seemed to forget about it relatively quickly. In a heartbeat, actually. That was how soon he whimpered, pushed his hips up, inhibitions apparently forgotten, until the muscular body under CK’s hands was a study in lust. It was a breathtaking sight, and CK almost wanted to drag out the moment. CK hardly had time to think the thought before Andy came, though, moaning and shaking as his hips stuttered and the come shot into CK’s mouth. He gasped and sighed, and the sounds made CK smile to himself.

  CK definitely wanted more of this intriguing sub.

  3

  CK was frowning as he drove toward the club. He didn’t like the fact that he hadn’t been able to reach Andy on the phone. He couldn’t blame the man, though; their last meeting had been a fiasco through and through.

  CK winced inwardly. He didn’t like to fail, especially not when subs were involved. It didn’t happen often, either. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t remember ever failing quite as spectacularly as he had with Andy.

  It had gone wrong almost from the very beginning. Andy had been tense, almost frantic, and pleading with him to have a hard scene.

  “Haven’t you come at all last week?” It didn’t add up; during CK’s few times with him, the sub had gone from being easygoing to reticent to this. Andy’s mood swings didn’t make sense to CK at all.

  “It’s not that. I just need a scene, sir.” Andy hadn’t even been able to look CK in the eyes, but fell back on his rehearsed submissive pose, arms behind his back and eyes downcast.

  He seemed so unsettled that CK had consented to a scene and taken the sub to one of the private rooms in the club. However, getting him alone in the quiet room hadn’t softened Andy’s tense posture.

  Andy had reserved them a different room than their first one, CK had noted. This one was equipped with a huge St. Andrew’s cross in the middle.

  “What is it you need?” CK had walked slowly around Andy, touching, trying to ground the sub with his hands and his voice. He took great pride in both.

  Neither worked. Andy stayed tense and sounded almost impatient as he answered. “I need to get away.”

  CK frowned. Running away had never been a good starting point for anything.

  “I really need it, sir.” Andy had made an effort, looking up and into his eyes. There was such desperation there that CK gave in. He ordered Andy to strip, and then he tied the sub up, using the heavy leather cuffs to secure the muscular body to the cross.

  For a moment, CK had thought it would work. Andy sighed and leaned into the bindings, making the short chains jangle against the wood, his naked body resting against the cross. Then CK let the whip that Andy had chosen run over his back, and he tensed right back up again.

  “Please, sir. Please.”

  CK still didn’t know why he had hit Andy when it was so much against his better judgment.

  A
ndy had winced and stiffened in the chains, whole body going rigid. The sub had only just got a breath before he continued pleading.

  “Please, sir. I need it. Please whip me.”

  He should have stopped, but he had been convinced that he could give Andy just enough pain to get the sub to the place where he wanted the boy to be, in the right headspace to let all this go and relax under CK’s hands. He had kept up a slow rhythm, not pulling his punches but not going easy on Andy, either. It had been to no avail.

  Andy had writhed in his bonds, almost choking on his gasps. He still begged CK to give him more, to hit him harder. In the end, CK had flung the whip away. Andy cried out wordlessly, but there was a world of agony in the sound. It had haunted CK ever since.

  As a conscientious Dom, CK had taken Andy down from the cross, given him something to drink, and tried to take care of his back. But Andy was shaky and didn’t want CK near him, and the evening had ended with Andy fleeing from the club. He hadn’t even got his shirt back on when he left.

  CK smiled bitterly to himself. He hadn’t wanted Andy to play with anybody else in order to limit Andy’s scenes to only good experiences. Great job he had done at giving Andy that.

  CK had called Andy as soon as he got home and insisted they meet at the club the following Tuesday. To make matters worse, he had had to cancel that; he had been in Chicago all week, trying to pick up the pieces after his successor’s first -- and disastrous -- meeting with one of their most important clients. He hadn’t even reached Andy to cancel; he had only gotten the man’s answering machine, where he had left a message that he would try to be at the club on Friday.

  At least he was going to make that, even though he had only been home long enough to put down his suitcase and get a quick shower. Now he was going to the club to see if Andy was there. He desperately hoped so; the next step would be going to see Andy at home, and going there implied something that CK was nowhere near ready to face yet.

  He parked the car, taking the first available space he saw; it would be quicker to just walk the last block anyway. He walked fast, almost running, and he quickly made it into the club. There weren’t that many people in the front room, but he could hear noise from the big room, the heavy sounds of leather on skin. He hurried in there, but stopped dead in the doorway when he saw what was happening on the big stage. Oh, God.